A Tragedy Of The 19th Century Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A AABBCCDDAA EEFFGGHHIIFFAAJJKKLL MMAANNMM AA OOPPAAQQRRAASS T UUEt potis es nigrum vitio praefigere Delta PERSIUS | A |
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It was a young Examiner scarce thirty were his years | A |
His name our University loves honours and reveres | A |
He pondered o'er some papers and a tear stood in his eye | B |
He split his quill upon the desk and raised a bitter cry | B |
'O why has Fortune struck me down with this unearthly blow | C |
Why doom'd me to examine in my lov'd one's Little go | C |
O Love and Duty sisters twain in diverse ways ye pull | D |
I dare not 'pass ' I scarce can 'pluck ' my cup of woe is full | D |
O that I ever should have lived this dismal day to see | A |
He knit his brow and nerved his hand and wrote the fatal D | A |
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It was a lovely maiden down in Hertford's lovely shire | E |
Before her on a reading desk lay many a well filled quire | E |
The lamp of genius lit her eyes her years were twenty two | F |
Her brow was high her cheek was pale her bearing somewhat blue | F |
She pondered o'er a folio and laboured to divine | G |
The mysteries of x and y and many a magic sign | G |
Yet now and then she raised her eye and ceased awhile to ponder | H |
And seem'd as though inclined to allow her thoughts elsewhere to wander | H |
A step was heard she closed her book her heart beat high and fast | I |
As through the court and up the stairs a manly figure passed | I |
One moment more the opening door disclosed unto her view | F |
Her own beloved Examiner her friend and lover true | F |
Tell me my own Rixator is it First or Second Class | A |
His firm frame shook he scarce could speak he only sigh'd Alas | A |
She gazed upon him with an air serenely calm and proud | J |
Nay tell me all I fear it not he murmured sadly Ploughed | J |
She clasped her hands she closed her eyes as fell the word of doom | K |
Full five times round in silence did she pace her little room | K |
Then calmly sat before her books and sigh'd Rixator dear | L |
Give me the list of subjects to be studied for next year | L |
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My own brave Mathematica my pupil and my pride | M |
My persevering Student whom I destine for my bride | M |
Love struggled hard with Duty while the lover marked you B | A |
In the end the stern Examiner prevailed and gave you D | A |
Mine was the hand that dealt the blow Alas against my will | N |
I plucked you in Arithmetic and can'st thou love me still | N |
She gazed upon him and her eye was full of love and pride | M |
Nay these are but the trials Love by which true love is tried | M |
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I never knew your value true until you marked me D | A |
D stands for dear and dear to me you evermore shall be | A |
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A year had passed and she had passed for morning noon and night | O |
Her Euclid and her Barnard Smith had been her sole delight | O |
Soon Baccalaurea Artium was added to her name | P |
And Hitchin's groves and Granta's courts resounded with her fame | P |
And when Rixator hurried down one day by the express | A |
And asked if she would have him I believe she answered Yes | A |
For now they live together and a wiser happier pair | Q |
More learned and more loving can scarce be found elsewhere | Q |
And they teach their children Euclid and their babies all can speak | R |
French and German in their cradles and at five can write good Greek | R |
And he is a Professor and she Professoress | A |
And they never cease the Little go in gratitude to bless | A |
When love could not the Lover from the path of duty sway | S |
And no amount of plucking could his Student fair dismay | S |
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MORAL | T |
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Faint heart ne'er won fair lady if in love you would have luck | U |
In wooing as in warfare trust in nothing else than pluck | U |
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Edward Woodley Bowling
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